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VICTORIA SAT NEXT TO CHIMNEY AS THEY WATCHED BOBBY COOK. Honestly, she loved working here because if it wasnt for Bobby, she would not be eating good. She could cook but not as good as Bobby could. "You ever feel like you missed your calling, cap?" Chimney asks him curiously. Bobby looks over at him.
"What are you thinking? Michelin-rated restaurant or short order cook?" Bobby questions.
"I was thinking TV chef. I mean what you do, it's like performance art." Chimney answers as he gestures toward the food.
"Mhm, much like watching cooking on TV, we never get to taste anything. Usually by the time it hits the table, the bell goes off." Hen tells them, shaking her head as she walks to sit down next to Victoria.
"Speak for yourself, I shove as much food in as I can and run." Victoria states with a laugh, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
"All right. Speed round. If you weren't doing this, what would you be doing?" Bobby asks them, looking at the trio.
"fighter pilot, top gun. Call sign Shogun." Chimney tells them with a smirk on his face. Both Hen and Victoria let out a laugh but Chimney seemed to be telling the truth.
"Seriously?" Victoria asks him, a bit amused.
"What? I could do that." Chimney responds. Bobby shakes his head, smiling at the group.
"What about you, Hen?" He asks the woman who thinks about it for a moment.
"Editorial cartoonist, The New Yorker." Hen tells them. They all stare at her for a moment. "I have a lot to say." She admits with a shrug.
"You draw?" Bobby asks her.
"She does not." Victoria denies. Hen hits her arm causing her to laugh a little bit.
"No, it's a dream. It's not supposed to be attainable." Hen points out as she shrugs her shoulders before looking toward Chimney. "Top gun? You can barely drive, you rebar head." She states with a bit of a snort.
"Hey." Chimney replies, a bit offended.
"I would be a stripper." Victoria tells them. Everyone glances in her direction, a bit surprised. "Kidding." She says as she rolls her eyes. But she wasnt really. She had been a stripper when she first got out of high-school to help pay bills.
"No, i see that. You totally have the body." Hen tells her with small wink. Victoria laughs a bit, leaning on Hens shoulder.
"Who would be a stripper?" Buck's voice comes into the room as he comes up behind them, having not heard the full context.
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"Vic if she wasnt a firefighter." Hen answers him. Buck just looks at Victoria for a moment before glancing away. Victoria raises an eyebrow at him.
"What, no sassy comment from you?" Victoria asks. Usually he'd say something snarky but he had kept his mouth shut which weirded her out.
"Oh, Buckaroo. If you were not a member of the LAFD, what would you be doing?" Chimney asks him curiously. Buck furrows his eyebrows.
"Uh, I don't know." He admits, shrugging his shoulders before his eyes widen. "I'm not getting fired, am i?" Buck asks them, becoming nervous all of a sudden.
"That's inevitable." Chimney mutters.
"I pray to God every single day and I'm not even religious." Victoria admits with a smirk as she meets Buck's gaze. Buck just makes his way to one of the empty bar stools.
"He'd be a golden retriever." Hen says with a smirk on her lips.
"No, a bartender." Chimney corrects her before a gasp leaves his lips. "No, no, no, bouncer at a bar." He states, looking toward Hen who points her finger at him.
"Bouncer at a strip club." Hen adds.
"The one where Vic works." Chimney says. They smirk at each other, high giving the other as they laugh. Victoria glared playfully over toward them.
"Hey, don't rope me into it. It's bad enough I have to see him here." Victoria admits as she crosses her arms against her chest. Once more, Buck said nothing. Bobby looks over toward him.
"What's going on with you, kid?" Bobby questions, wondering if something was wrong. Buck just lets out a sigh.
"This traffic sucks in this town unless you're driving ten tons of engine with sirens. It took me almost two hours to get from Abby's place to the call center downtown, then back over here." Buck explains to them. Victoria looks over at him, her stomach twisting in the slightest when she realized he was still staying at Abby's place. "Just told Maddie she needs to start ubering." He mutters, running his hand over his face.
"Oh, right. The mystery sister. Is she hot?" Victoria hadn't met her first but she hoped she was the complete opposite of Buck. Buck seemed a little taken aback, his nose scrunching up.
"Uh... why would I answer that?" Buck asks, a bit disgusted. Victoria rolls her eyes. Why else would she ask?
"Do you have a picture?"
"I'm not showing you a picture of her." He denies with a small scoff. Victoria placed her hand on her hip.
"Why not?" She asks curiously.
"Because." Buck responds simply. Victoria just narrows her eyes a bit.
"He doesn't want you hooking up with his sister." Chimney teases her. Victoria smirks as she tilts her head.
"She's probably more interesting than you." Victoria points out as she looks ar Buck. Buck rolls his eyes slightly as he glances away from her.
"She doesn't even swing that way." Buck denies. Even though he didn't know that for sure, she had only ever dated. She has horrible taste but thats another thing.
